Trying to listen and be the dutiful husband, Ritchie slid his arms back around her waist as she spoke and absently stroked her stomach, looking around the kitchen - which, he had to admit, looked all right to him. Seeing as he wasn't all that bothered about it personally, though, he figured he may as well just let his wife do as she saw fit with the place as long as it didn't look utterly ridiculous at the end of it all.